From Where I Sit.

From where I sit,

surrounded and absorbed

there’s no centre,

no need to hold,

there’s nothing but beauty

in freely beholding

in simply being all that’s seeing,

all that’s smelling green tea,

that’s tasting marmalade

on morning crackers,

that’s gently watching

flooding window light,

flowing wind whispers

inspiring the curtains,

simply as peace

quietly loving

wondering what this is,

content in knowing

only that I am

all that this is,

all that we are

and nothing less.

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